Post by Chaos on Dec 30, 2019 18:31:21 GMT -5
Az: Telepathic Link, Combat Rune, Champ I, VR Octagon
Chaos: Telepathic Link
Chaos: Telepathic Link
Chaos’ smile ran from his face, barely able to utter a curse as the earth-shattering swell of energy met his senses. In that very same instant the rush of orange and yellow molten rock moved against his telekinetic control. The air shuttered, the endless chasm rumbled, and Azazel’s primordial power went off like an overfilled balloon.
Fierce wind buffeted him, fire and snow whipped around the battlefield like a hellish typhoon. It took an immense effort of Ki and psionic coordination just to keep himself upright against the storm. A low, animalistic growl came from deep in his throat, the explosion seemingly endless, oppressive, unstoppable…
From high above where the unseen snow clouds lurked a piercing beam of ultraviolet light stabbed through the roiling energy and lava to encapsulate the Cosmic Emperor. His power level spiked. Alive with the flow of his unbound power he effortlessly resisted the natural disaster they birthed.
He tilted his head towards a new gathering of power, but his vision remained blocked by the swirl of primordial Ki and magma. He didn't need sight or even acute sensing skills to feel the spine tingling force brewing overhead though as the very air in the astral realm felt alive with echoes of demonic power.
Unfortunately there was no time to do much, the sheer weight of it detonated the mass of lava and Ki. Chaos concentrated the bulk of his power into a defensive bubble. It was all he could do but his power reinforced with primordial energy shielded him from the destruction that obliterated the world around him.
The magma was gone, dispersed in a fine mist of molten rock. Hell, the entire crater was gone as far as he could tell. The only light was provided by Azazel’s relentless pounding beam but in the darkness he swore he could see--- ‘cracks?’
He followed the thin, nearly imperceivable spiderwebs in the darkness to their point of origin, along the length of Azazel’s beam, twisting and separating like frozen lightning bolts. It was like the shattered rock of the crater, but it wasn’t that-- there was no longer any rock to crack. No, these fissures were something else, something deeper. But was it really possible?
His glowing red eyes narrowed down the barrel of the beam. The stream of energy kept coming and coming with no signs of slowing down. He tore his attention away from the spectacle befalling the astral dimension around them conjured a sphere of pure Ki in one hand while the other tried to maintain the barrier’s structural integrity.
His body tensed, muscles and veins nearly bursting through his pale skin from the immense effort. Beads of sweat collected at the tips of his long black hair and stung his eyes, but he never wavered, never took his sight off Azazel.
“Rrrgh….Hah!!!” he bellowed while his left hand shot forward, blazing with Ki.
His hand went through his barrier and met the beam head on. A flash of white bathed the dark dimension at the point of contact and the cracks leading back to Azazel shuttered before exploding into a shower of dazzling colors Chaos couldn't name.
With a massive grunt of effort he brought his shielding hand forward to assist against the oppressive force that literally tore away at the astral dimension. It did little to help, still badly injured from before, but it provided some much needed stability to his counter. Massive chunks of something rained down around them like multicolored monastery windows.
He gave a final roar of defiance and the beam collapsed. It exploded upon itself and sent the smoking hunk of Chaos hurtling through the undefinable space. He found catching himself to be a bit easier this time around, surprisingly, as the concepts of up and down no longer made sense. Whatever Azazel’s fury had down left an impact on the fabric of the astral realm, rewrote or deleted its physics, and only Kami knows what else.
From what could be considered upside down relative to Azazel, Chaos simply hang there in the strange darkness, staring at his opponent in silence. His left hand wiped away a warm trickle of blood from his chin and he chuckled. Things worked differently here in the Immatereum, sure, but whatever just transpired was easily among the most impressive things he had ever witnessed.
“I see-- even this dimension made of thought and imagination can not contain our light sparring. What a conundrum. I wonder what would happen…” he began, trailing off.
It was only then that he realized his sword had been lost in the commotion, swallowed by the nothingness. Fortunately it was easily retrieved, returned to his pocket dimension when he got too far from him automatically. He casually swiped his left hand through the air and retrieved the crimson sword from one of his portals.
The blade whooshed through the unnaturally thick air as he gave a few practice swipes of it at his side. His eyes bounced from his beloved sword to Azazel. He grinned wide and willed himself ‘forward’ in a blur of motion that loosened even more of the astral shards in a three dimensional hole where he had been.
He appeared before Azazel, sword already carving a violent downward cut aimed to sever shoulder tendons and muscles. Similar to his previous assault, perhaps Azazel would be disappointed-- until Chaos’ mouth opened and a violet gout of Ki fire erupted out to claim the demon’s body.
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WC: 987
TWC: 987
Fierce wind buffeted him, fire and snow whipped around the battlefield like a hellish typhoon. It took an immense effort of Ki and psionic coordination just to keep himself upright against the storm. A low, animalistic growl came from deep in his throat, the explosion seemingly endless, oppressive, unstoppable…
From high above where the unseen snow clouds lurked a piercing beam of ultraviolet light stabbed through the roiling energy and lava to encapsulate the Cosmic Emperor. His power level spiked. Alive with the flow of his unbound power he effortlessly resisted the natural disaster they birthed.
He tilted his head towards a new gathering of power, but his vision remained blocked by the swirl of primordial Ki and magma. He didn't need sight or even acute sensing skills to feel the spine tingling force brewing overhead though as the very air in the astral realm felt alive with echoes of demonic power.
Unfortunately there was no time to do much, the sheer weight of it detonated the mass of lava and Ki. Chaos concentrated the bulk of his power into a defensive bubble. It was all he could do but his power reinforced with primordial energy shielded him from the destruction that obliterated the world around him.
The magma was gone, dispersed in a fine mist of molten rock. Hell, the entire crater was gone as far as he could tell. The only light was provided by Azazel’s relentless pounding beam but in the darkness he swore he could see--- ‘cracks?’
He followed the thin, nearly imperceivable spiderwebs in the darkness to their point of origin, along the length of Azazel’s beam, twisting and separating like frozen lightning bolts. It was like the shattered rock of the crater, but it wasn’t that-- there was no longer any rock to crack. No, these fissures were something else, something deeper. But was it really possible?
His glowing red eyes narrowed down the barrel of the beam. The stream of energy kept coming and coming with no signs of slowing down. He tore his attention away from the spectacle befalling the astral dimension around them conjured a sphere of pure Ki in one hand while the other tried to maintain the barrier’s structural integrity.
His body tensed, muscles and veins nearly bursting through his pale skin from the immense effort. Beads of sweat collected at the tips of his long black hair and stung his eyes, but he never wavered, never took his sight off Azazel.
“Rrrgh….Hah!!!” he bellowed while his left hand shot forward, blazing with Ki.
His hand went through his barrier and met the beam head on. A flash of white bathed the dark dimension at the point of contact and the cracks leading back to Azazel shuttered before exploding into a shower of dazzling colors Chaos couldn't name.
With a massive grunt of effort he brought his shielding hand forward to assist against the oppressive force that literally tore away at the astral dimension. It did little to help, still badly injured from before, but it provided some much needed stability to his counter. Massive chunks of something rained down around them like multicolored monastery windows.
He gave a final roar of defiance and the beam collapsed. It exploded upon itself and sent the smoking hunk of Chaos hurtling through the undefinable space. He found catching himself to be a bit easier this time around, surprisingly, as the concepts of up and down no longer made sense. Whatever Azazel’s fury had down left an impact on the fabric of the astral realm, rewrote or deleted its physics, and only Kami knows what else.
From what could be considered upside down relative to Azazel, Chaos simply hang there in the strange darkness, staring at his opponent in silence. His left hand wiped away a warm trickle of blood from his chin and he chuckled. Things worked differently here in the Immatereum, sure, but whatever just transpired was easily among the most impressive things he had ever witnessed.
“I see-- even this dimension made of thought and imagination can not contain our light sparring. What a conundrum. I wonder what would happen…” he began, trailing off.
It was only then that he realized his sword had been lost in the commotion, swallowed by the nothingness. Fortunately it was easily retrieved, returned to his pocket dimension when he got too far from him automatically. He casually swiped his left hand through the air and retrieved the crimson sword from one of his portals.
The blade whooshed through the unnaturally thick air as he gave a few practice swipes of it at his side. His eyes bounced from his beloved sword to Azazel. He grinned wide and willed himself ‘forward’ in a blur of motion that loosened even more of the astral shards in a three dimensional hole where he had been.
He appeared before Azazel, sword already carving a violent downward cut aimed to sever shoulder tendons and muscles. Similar to his previous assault, perhaps Azazel would be disappointed-- until Chaos’ mouth opened and a violet gout of Ki fire erupted out to claim the demon’s body.
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WC: 987
TWC: 987